Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-01-05

ately.
81 decline TO tell you"
81 warn you not to tempt me to,
farlr
''Slr, the Blakes were never coward
to be frightened by threat"
"Then lam TO understand that Vol
refuse to allow me to rescue nv siste
from the abyss of sin into which yor
have SO remorselessly plunged herYn
Not so fast, my friend; your sistel
Is quite content"
But before lie has time to complete
his sentence, Lord Chetwode grasps his
revolver, and taking aim, fires deliber.
ately at him The bullet passes through
his heart, and Blake, flinging his arms
wildly into the air, falls heavily to the
ground.
Not word escapes him, and when
he is discovered later on. life is quite
= extinct.
Lord Chetwode makes his way as
one in dream to his hotel. Going up
stairs, he hurrles along the corridor,
seeking his own room. The door next
To his happens to be open, and in his
agitation mistaliing 1t for his own, he
walks in, not discovering his mistake
TIL the figure OF woman seate
at distant table recalls him to him
self.
The woman, rising gently, turns to-
ward him.
As she does so, a faint cry escapes
her, and she clutches eagerly at the
char near her, as though desirous of
support. Chetwode, going up, seizes
her 10y the arm. Ii is LIS sister-Lady
Mary ChetwodeI
"JOhn," she cries, piteOusly stretch
ing out her hands, "Why are you
heue?n
And taking a step forward, she sinks
fainting to the ground.
Lifting her gently, Chetwode places
her on the sofa; and as he gaZes on her
beautiful face, now marked with sor-
row and suffering, all his love for her
returns, and pressing his lips to her
forehead, lie murmurs, brokely, tender
ly, MY poor, poor ghi!"
Presently she RECEIVERS consciousness;
and, shrinking from him, buries her
face once more in the pillows of the
sofa.
Quietly gaining possession of her
hands, he says. tendeTly, dearest
Mary, look up. Ny heart is full of
love for youi Let Us forget the
past"
1T is lmpossIble!'' she says bitterly.
Then anxiously and eagerly, she cries.
You have met? Where is he? Oh,
what dc | see in your face? 1t cannot
be that you have killed him?"
sit is even sol" Chetwode re-
plies.
"Oh. miserable wretch that / amp
she cries, wildly. First ruin myself,
and now you, through me, have become
an assassin"
MARY" Chetwode says firmly,
"calm yourself Can't you realize that
/ while he lived there could be no hope
for yeuf l had looked forward to the
Staying of him since the Gay nc stvic
you from me. 1t is but right that he
should answer for his sin in that other
world, as he could not atone for it in
this"
You have broken my hearth" she
says, sobbing bitterly.
''Only TO save your soul, Mary. Think
no more of one so utterly base, degrad-
ad, and unworthyP'
Days and weeks pass, during which
time Mary's life lies in the balance.
Fever ensuing from her Overwrought
brain, brings har to deaths door; but
with tender care and careful nursing
she rallies. and then, when the doctors
permit I0rd Cbetwode making the
necessary arrangements,) they start for
Biarritz, where Lady Mary wishes TO
seclude herself for some time. She
looks even more lovely in her misery.
She assumes false name. and for
several years keeps entirely from the
world, leading a very solitary life.
But can a lovely woman hide for
ever? No; and pity indeed could 1t
be so.
DEAREST JoHN:-I hope you do
not attribute my long silence to forget
fulness-in that you would be very
wrong. l had nothing to tell you, my
life being very much the same from day
to day. Beyond helping the poor in this
parish and attending church L do lit
orally nothing. But even in this, John
dear, have been singularly unfortu-
nate. Hugh " iberly (Our Tector) has
chosen to fall IN love with your poor
Mary, and only yesterday asked me to
be his wife. How could dare link my
wretched life with his pure and perfect
one and be happy? And yet if L lose
him lose all that would make exist
ence endurable! Give me your advice.
He loves me with all his heart. Am L
to break tt!'
"MY BEAR MARY:-.I have just
read your welcome letter, with mingled
feelings of surprise and pleasure. If
this man loves you as you say, go to
him and confess all.
"Your loving brother,
"JoHN.n
When Mary receives this she is anx-
ious, miserable, and grateful. She
kisses her letter, then cries over 1t;
then remembering how soon she will
have to make her hOrrid confession, she
filings herself upon her bed and gives
way to passionate weeping Tor some
time.
She has only one hour to recover
herself before Hugh Maberly comes Tor
his answer.
She goes down to the drawing-room,
and seats herself on low chair by the
fire. and remains wrapt in thought, I'LL
Thompson, the footman, announces,
"Mr. Maberly."
When Mary sees him, she advances
to meet him, looking so white and ner-
vous that Hugh, taking Doth ner Will
ing hands, asks anxiously, "Are you
il?n
"A little" Mary gasps. 81 shall be
better soon. l have been thinking
about a sad story of a woman l knew,
and it has overcome me-that is ALL"
And then, fearing he may say the
words she knows must come sooner OF
later, she plunges at once into her con-
fession.
"You have heard, no doubt that
pitiable story of Lady Mary Chet-
wode?"
Il have. / always pitied her,"
tDid your Her sin was very